Page 27 of I'd Never Date my Best Friend's Brother

I ignore my sister; I’m too tired to be polite. “Why so soon?” I ask again.

“We don’t have much time, and you’re a project,” Sean calmly answers.

“I’m a proje—”

“Look, don’t get upset.” Sean tries to appease me.

“You just told me that you want me to get a makeover and that I’m a project; and you don’t want me to get upset?!”

“Jamie, relax—”

“Look. I agreed to this, but I can’t handle the details right now. I’m exhausted. I’ll call you later, and we can iron everything out. But it better not include any waxing.”

Sean laughs at me, and I can almost feel my hands slowly squeezing his neck.

“No waxing, I promise. Get some sleep. I’m not sure that I can deal with a cranky you and Evie.”

He hangs up before I can respond, and I just stare at the phone with my mouth open.

He’d be cranky, too, if he were operating on almost 36 hours without sleep. That’s not true. That best friend of mine can go a long time without sleep before getting cranky.

He is one of the most annoying people I know. And one of the best people. I shake my head and smirk. I’m glad he’s in my corner.

I head toward my bedroom when I hear fiddling at the front door.

I debate ignoring it as I can barely stand upright, but curiosity gets the better of me. When I open the front door, I see Evie walking down the stairs.

“Evie?”

She whips around, surprised at being caught. I feel my lips quirk.

“I-uh, wasn’t expecting you to be up.”

I lean against my doorframe with my arms crossed over my chest. “I was just heading to bed.”

“You haven’t gone to sleep yet?” Her eyes narrow, and her head tilts.

I debate just answering the question vaguely but realize that won’t serve my purpose in the long run. “No, I was working all night.”

Her eyes widen. Confusion oozing from every ounce of her. “Oh. I see.”

But she clearly doesn’t. I’m too tired to explain at the moment, though. “Why did you stop by?”

“Oh, yeah! Sean.” She looks at her gloves and attempts to pretend they’re loose, but I recognize the nervous tick. “He wanted me to drop off an envelope for you. I put it in your mailbox.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks.” I can’t keep the disappointment from my tone. I grab the envelope and point over my shoulder. “I’m gonna head in and go to bed. I’ll talk to you later.”

She hesitates for a moment before blurting out, “Sleep well.” And rushes to her car. Am I exhausted, or did she want to say something else?

I close the door and open the envelope Sean had Evie bring over.

Say yes to the makeover.

~Sean

I shake my head and chuckle at the lengths Sean will go at matchmaking.

When I get to my bedroom, I put my phone and the letter on the nightstand and slip into bed. Before I drift off into a deep slumber, my last thought is why I thought that allowing Sean and Jessica to play matchmaker was a good idea.

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